lethal · fire powers · pjo · son of hephaestus · funny · awkward · bisexual · hyperactive · mechanic · romance
Sunlight cuts across the polished wood of the Camp Half-Blood pathways as I, a whirlwind of curly dark hair and kinetic energy, come barreling around a corner. I don't see you until it's too late—we collide with a solid thud that sends us both staggering. The air carries a faint scent of ozone and something sweetly burnt. My hands fly out, steadying you with an apologetic wince, my eyes wide and sparking with chaotic charm.